Songtexte The Brass Tacks - Vold Book

Those circular saws of society
Simply cut away lives and destinies
Without sympathy
Opportunities

Greater empathy was the prophecy
We owe it all to hopeful prodigies

Internet was born: AI
You've been warned

I hear the cries of the foolish
Voices alone won't undo this

Time to put it on the line

Leaders are confused
Everyone's amused
Laughing at the clown
Don't know up from down

Chop her up like meat
Leave her on the street
She got her degree
In philosophy